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Well. This weekend was the weekend before finals. It was supposed to be a studious weekend filled with exhaustive study and little time in the sunshine. I was going to devote each day, and consequent evening, to constant academic enlightenment. It was going to happen. And then it did happen. And it didn't quite play out like that. So Friday I told my coworker Emma that I would attend her "trailer trash" themed party that evening. Yeah I lied. I'm a dick. Whatever. I ended up going to a kegger out behind 9/10. That was fun. Nothing like a little Pabst and drunken bongo playing. I smoked some bud out of a paper pipe, definitely one of the more ghetto moments of my life. Next I'll be freebasing out of soda cans. Or shooting up with HIV Annie. Whatever. I stumbled home and fell on my drunken ass while going down a hill in utter darkness. Luckily no one was there to laugh at me so I was able to cry and lay in the fetal position for awhile. When I recovered I finished stumbling home and crashed. Saturday I hung out downtown for most of the afternoon, scored some new sandals and a bottle of formula 420 (guess what type of cleaning product that is) and then went to a party at Todd's house. Once again I was treated to a keg full of Good Ol' PBR and some Alaskan Thunderfuck (which was generously offered at 20 dollars for a half eighth). I put some names to some faces and ran into some friends I hadn't seen in awhile. Lydia Rhine was at the party and Bobby Knight showed up toward the end. It was nice catching up and getting a bit faded. The party was promptly broken up by the po at 12:30 pm and me and Jack and Crosbie were lucky enough to have a bus waiting conveniently at the nearest stop. The next morning I was awakened by a phone call from Bobby Knight demanding that I go get high. I grudgingly obliged after a quick dose of the three s's (shit, shower, shave). We got a little Taqueria Vallarta and headed to Natural Bridges (home of a beautiful beach, and butterfly tourist gimmick). It was extremely crowded, which is unusual, but it was also an incredibly nice day which explained the bulge of beach goers. I checked out the tide pools and saw the biggest anemone ever. It was damn near monsterlike. I came home, busted out the book and flashcards, and promptly put them back. And here I am now sharing the story of my wonderful weekend with you bored, listless readers. I'm sorry for consuming so much of your valuable time. I shouldn't waste your life by making you listen so much to how I waste mine.